~A Pronoun~

Happiness is the name of a surrogate motherFeelings are me in a pronounAwards and prejudices change from one wall to anotherHand to hand it is always the sameRememberance gives it a name butsweet and sweeter it gets over years like cotton candysStill at large a pronoun has to blameCraving, replaying, longing and dreamingAnd then the obvious nature in processthey graduate in love, master girls, doctor in simple romanticsHome boys come brave as airmen and sailorsUntil bombs droppes from air raids and torpedos speeded underwateradd fuel to the fire dressing the beautiful noun into dropp dead gorgeous pronounWhen they fall perhaps they realise it was not at all necessaryTo fly high for nothing near Nizhny NovgorodOnly to be ephemeral or not even a pro of pronoun

alone-a Tale Of Two Cities

Walking alone.........Alone this path of a sinnerI ask myself as you sway me in your air.....Had only they be taking me to youfrom this sands of time sweeping my stakes

Treading alone.........Alone the dark allies of a dreamerI think of this darknessAs how fortunate he is to have his moon in arms held tightRemains me where destiny became the distancebetween us in your scale of time

Delving alone..........Alone the clouds of a croonerI have my dreams hiding themselves in your daylightAnd you smile the fugitive dazzling from itAwaits me as if it will rain on mefree from this dilations of your time

There rents the air some surrealistsThe face of renaissance recaptured nationalistsNo ikebana for my darling in ParisAs scenaries take on cemetariesAnd greenaries take on apothecariesSome invitations dugging heccatombOur menu-guns, missiles, mortar and a bomb.

Some toddler girls hanging for apricotsUproar the gargantuan mascotsCome bigots,

~Euthanize~

A baby diedNo media a western hyped it as she was a symbolic starA small german shepherd puppy takenGermany will not be human until its last remaining blood exempted from Nuremberg its euthanizedThe blood that lives still at the cost of Jewish charityis the same sample that had no culture and educationEducation when in the name of democracy if free for german bloodThey have not and they will never be ahead of Einsteinor beyond Oppenheimer no matter how much fine or ransom is paidEuropean activities are on the verge of ushering their own Hiroshima and Nagasaki by thinking themselves the bestthrough chicanery, backbiting, looking down upon others using the mediaSooner or later if not they become obsolete like the language latinOr its people live like self claimed vagaries of Spain and GreeceThe East will not careThe sun did rise and will in the east but onlyit is not enough to melt its snow

~Reconciliation~

A black woman migrates to EuropeWar devastated Germany in she finds a tolerant white widower to copeYears some later a mulatto is born with arrear Unluckily the newborn not so towards white but usual spirally knotted hairShe grows up and gets because of her white father´s repute a government jobEgo came out spontaneous in black aggression as corn on the cobHer work by job agency comes mostly foreigners for demonstrationsMajority a jobless black immigrant who has not the lucky touch of Midas parentage in confrontationsShe looks of blacks down and she herself is blackWhen asked to justify says she is more white hidden traits backShe repeats her satisfaction from day to dayUntil she went to a white german barber for hair trim and foam some dayYour hair is another says the white old barber womanI have no experience and i cut not those hairs as talismanGo to a black barber she addedThey understand more your hair as they the same headed

~black Red And Yellow~

On the periphery of life Let blue jeans wear me to marry with deathFire will be my gown, ashes shall be my girdle, Smokes so discerned sprawlingSome will say it was a poetic corpsewrapped in unknown funerary fetesMy blood will be poured in cask of mimicksA yawn concealing me in semicolonAll the ravens of Chancery lurking the corner in full stopsBoots and kilt emphasizing my lost treasureAt last the casket to embrace me from the provocateurNo persuasive argument will be my candyfor a keepsake solidarityA marked plot spewed by shrewd menAn aftermath velvet i would squint over the peopleOnly to see if the lady in red silk i loved has red rosesMy dear Soviet plezhvadyafor the wide-brimmed black hat, red bloody eyesand yellow mouthful of words oozing out of teeth Hatred of her carped in end and unend